Callie Mae screamed, her hands flying from the bed to push him away.
Morgan held stock still, his cock buried to the hilt.
“Get those hands back in place right now,” he ordered. Grinding his teeth, he maintained his position, fighting the urge to rock. Her pussy was clenching around him, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to rid herself of the intrusion or pull it closer. Her big accusing eyes were tearful but she complied and fell back on the bed.
“It might take a few minutes for you to accommodate me,” he offered, painfully aware that each minute was about as long as a century on his end.
“Accommodate you?” she cried in disbelief. “It’s a monster. I’ll never be able to accommodate you.”
Morgan snickered. “I admit it’s um…substantial, but it’s hardly a monster. At some point in the future, you’re going to be grateful for every inch of it,” he said, grinning.
Now Callie Mae snorted. “Just get on with it, will you?” she snapped crossly. “It’s not getting any better and I doubt it will.”
“Whatever you say,” he replied, and although he wanted to give her exactly what she’d asked for, he knew it would be a mistake. Instead, he slowly withdrew, entering her gently each time. Counting in his head, he tried to maintain control. Gathering moisture with his fingers, he coated her now dry clit and resumed sliding his thumb over it on each inward stroke.
The first time he felt her hips arch, he almost came.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in approval.
“Shut up,” she replied, as a moan escaped.
“Oh, so that’s how it is?” he teased. “Someone thinks she has a free sassy-pass just because my cock’s buried in her incredible pussy. I don’t think so, even if you are giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Am I?” Callie Mae asked, hiding her smile as she arched against him.
“Yes, you are,” he growled out, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with it. Maybe you need you’re bottom warmed every night before we make-love so you’ll mind your manners.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Morgan, can’t you come closer,” she pleaded, holding out her arms.
“Not yet, baby. I want you to come one more time. I want to see how it feels with me buried inside you.” Picking up speed, he patiently worked her, biting his cheek every time his body urged him to let go.
When he felt her first contraction, he moved his hand and fell over her, grinding his pelvis against her with each forward thrust. Her arms clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as though she couldn’t stand the tiniest space between them.
Clutching her well-spanked bottom in his hand, he lost it, pumping faster and faster as he squeezed her cheeks.
“Let go for me, Callie Mae, I want you to come again or I will stop right now and blister your ass,” he warned. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would be able to stop, but Callie Mae didn’t know that and his words sent her rocketing into space. Her pussy milked him with a vengeance as she screamed her release and he followed immediately, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into her welcoming body. It was unspeakable, the pleasure rushing through his veins. Her cries the sweetest music he’d ever heard.
Keeping his weight on his elbows, he brushed the hair off her face and kissed her lips.
“Okay?” he asked.
“More than okay,” she answered smiling and cupping his rough cheek in her palm. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. It just hurt so much at first; I didn’t believe it would get better.
Tipping her hand, he kissed her palm. “I know, and I’m sorry about that, baby. I wouldn’t hurt you in that way for the world. Do we need to get back downstairs right away?”
“No, let’s stay here for a while,” Callie Mae suggested, snuggling against his chest. “I want to memorize every minute of what just happened.”
“Every minute?” he asked, laughing as he moved to lie on his back and gather her close.
“Well, maybe not every minute,” she conceded, blushing and hiding her face against his neck. “Are you always going to be so strict with me?”
“Only when I need to be, Callie Mae. You’re the most important thing in my life and I won’t have you risking yours any longer.”
“I know. I’ll have to see who I can find to run this place and not rob me blind. Besides, maybe we made a baby tonight,” she whispered. “I sure hope you still plan on marrying me right away. I don’t want folks counting the weeks when I am with child. I’ve been the subject of gossip too long. I won’t have my child suffer that.”
“You just try to get out of it and see what you get,” he teased, patting her bottom. “You might be the first bride carried into the church, and you’ll have a sore bottom under that dress I promise you.”
CHAPTER 18
